Ashen Light
Pandemonium, by John Martin, 1841 Billowing smoke… Ripples and waves… Oblivion never adorned Itself so…immaculately I stand hushed, In stillness, Blind in the null I saw it all… Through a pixel veil Full saturation Collapse in slow motion… A frenzied unraveling, Convulsive loathing, A curated descent There…midway… Between singularity and… The mordant inferno. Originally written in 2014, refurbished in 2025